The Infant of Prague
By Masha Goepel
22 January AD 2020
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I don’t know when they started gathering. I only know that at some point, early in my marriage I looked around and realized that our house was full of Infants of Prague.
Some were solid plaster, their red cloaks and frilly white robes molded into permanence on small, cracked and dented bodies. Others came with
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